Moving madness has begun, a process that has been complicated greatly by things like endless rain; losing my cellphone for an entire afternoon; leaving my keys in the dressing room at Macy's; forgetting to bring a series of vital cleaning products from one house to the other; cat shit on, in, and under the rug (why? how?); and the discovery of several mud dauber nests under the foosball table. Also eating. I could get so much more done in my life if I didn't have to stop to eat so goddamn much. But it'll all get done, and as soon as I put out all these tiny fires and pull my head out of my ass, I'll start packing in earnest.